I grew up in a town of about 3k. Believe me, in NJ, that's tiny. It's an old town with a lot of Victorian homes (mine wasn't but was built in 1915 by my grandfather) and still uses the original gas lit street lamps. We all knew everyone. It was idyllic.
Three thousand's about the size of both towns where I spent my childhood and my adolescence (3,500 and 3,300 respectively, at the time).
The difference was, the first town was alongside the Platte River, and there were towns of the same size, spaced about ten miles apart, along the river. The second town was way out in the middle of nowhere, all alone.
Although similar in size, totally different "cultures." The childhood town was pretty ancient, having been founded circa 1867. In the teenage-years town, the oldest building there bore a cornerstone "MCMXI," and I used to equate it with Stonehenge or the the Great Pyramids, it was so old.